Everyone says dance like nobody’s watching, but honestly, I was over here typing like my Wi-Fi was broken and nobody could load the page anyway. Not because it’s poetic. But because in the early days, no one was reading. And honestly? That might have been the best thing that ever happened to any writer.

Back When My Only Reader Was Me

When I started writing, I wasn’t expecting an audience of millions. I wasn’t under any illusions about suddenly becoming the next internet sensation or trending on some obscure subreddit. Still, I think some small part of me hoped for something – a comment, a share, a curious scroll. Some sort of, you know.

Instead, what we got was… crickets.

For the first few months, my blog was like a well-kept secret, so well-kept that no one actually knew about it. I was writing blog posts straight from the heart, typing away at odd hours, sharing thoughts that felt raw and real, almost journal-like.

There were no filters. No performance. No pressure to sound smart or look put-together. And because I didn’t feel the need to impress anyone (since no one was reading anyway), I ended up writing some of the most honest things I’ve ever written.

Even today, I occasionally scroll back through those early posts, the ones buried deep in the archives, and I read them with a mix of pride and disbelief. Sometimes I laugh out loud and think, Wait, I actually wrote this? This was me? Because they’re so stripped down, so unedited, so me, that they catch me off guard.

It was in those months of silence that I learned a quiet, powerful truth: writing without an audience is where your real voice is born.

When There’s No One Watching, You’re Finally Free

We live in a world that’s constantly watching. Or at least, it feels like it is. Whether it’s social media, work emails, or the pressure to package your every thought into something “aesthetic,” there’s always a sense that someone might be looking.

And when someone’s looking, we perform.

We polish our words, we second-guess our opinions, we edit the life out of our sentences. We start writing for imaginary readers who we assume are smarter, cooler, or more successful than us. And in doing so, we begin to write from a place of insecurity rather than authenticity.

But when there’s no one watching? You get to be real.

You write about things that matter to you, not what’s trending. You ramble. You explore. You go on weird tangents and leave thoughts unfinished. And somehow, that messiness is where the magic lives.

There’s no SEO strategy, no headline hacks, no performance anxiety. Just you, your thoughts, and the wild freedom of saying exactly what you mean.

You might also want to read: How is writing affecting your brain?

The Art of Low Expectations

There’s something strangely beautiful about having low expectations. While the world is chasing metrics, analytics, and conversion rates, there’s a quiet kind of rebellion in just… writing.

Not writing for clicks or followers, but writing because you have something to say, even if it’s just to yourself. Low expectations allow you to take creative risks. To be vulnerable. To experiment. To fail in public and not care, because no one’s paying attention anyway. And that’s where you discover your edge, that unique part of your voice that doesn’t show up when you’re trying to please.

When you let go of the pressure to impress, you tap into the kind of writing that actually connects. Not always right away, but eventually. Because while flashy content grabs attention, it’s the real stuff that stays.

Writing as an Act of Remembering

One of the most surprising things I’ve realised through writing is that sometimes, I’m not just writing to express myself – I’m writing to remember myself.

In those early blog posts, I can see the thoughts I was afraid to say out loud anywhere else, the quiet dreams I was afraid to jinx, the messy processing of life’s weird little moments.

Writing like no one’s reading turns your blog into some kinda time capsule – not of what happened, but of who you were when it did. And even if no one else reads it, future-you will. And they’ll thank you for being brave enough to be honest.

Everyone tells you to “write for your audience.” But here’s a radical thought: maybe your audience doesn’t exist yet. Maybe they’ll find you years from now, long after you’ve published that vulnerable post you almost didn’t share. Maybe they’re not looking for the perfect piece, maybe they’re looking for someone who feels real. Someone whose words make them exhale and think, “Okay, I’m not the only one.”

You don’t have to write for everyone. You just have to write for someone, and that someone might not even know they’re looking for you yet. So in the meantime, why not write for the one person who’s definitely here? You.

To Anyone Still Blogging Into the Void

If you’re out there, quietly writing blog posts that no one seems to read, let me just say this:

You’re part of a strange, beautiful club – the writers who keep going even when the world isn’t clapping. The ones who know that the real reward isn’t in the views, but in the clarity that comes from putting your thoughts into words.

You’re building something in the world of Artificial Intelligence (AI) that algorithms can’t measure, not a brand, but a body of work. A place where you’ve shown up, again and again, as your honest self.

And one day, someone will stumble upon it and feel less alone because you were brave enough to say what they couldn’t.

P.S. If you’ve ever hit “publish” and then immediately thought, “Why do I even bother?”, this one’s for you. You bother because it matters, even if you can’t see how yet.

One Last Thing…

I know I’ve said a lot about writing like no one’s reading, and for a long time, that was the truth. But here’s the beautiful part of the journey: somewhere along the way, you showed up.

Readers found their way here. Slowly, quietly, and then steadily. And I want you to know, I don’t take that for granted. Not for a second.

The difference now is, when I sit down to write, I know someone might actually read it. But I still try to write like I did in the beginning – with the same honesty, heart, and weird rambling thoughts. Because that’s the version of writing that felt the most true. And that’s the version I want to keep alive, no matter how big this blog gets.

So thank you for reading, for returning, for quietly nodding along on the other side of the screen. It’s not lost on me. In fact, it means everything.

Cheers!

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The reason is that things are not in the right place and have been rough for the past few days which are kind of stopping us to do what we are supposed to do.

Our blogging schedule is all over the place and we find ourselves incapable of carrying it at the moment.

Recently, I had a terrible road accident that was kind enough to offer me the complete bed rest that I was longing for for a while. Additionally, it added a few head stitches, so that my brilliant thoughts won’t find the passage out of my brain. However, it was too much it offered that I didn’t expect.

On the other hand, my blogging friend Deepak got himself surrounded by unwanted circumstances in his career and other essential works that just popped out of nowhere.

And interestingly, both of these things are happening at the same time. Doesn’t it sound weird?

So, if you haven’t found us and our comments hanging around on your blog posts for a while now, know that we are missing it a lot more than you do.

We love blogging and connecting with our readers & amazing bloggers here, but sometimes life gets in the way and we need to take a break. Taking a short break from blogging will help us recharge and come back refreshed, ready to provide even more amazing content! We’ll miss you all while we’re gone, but we’ll be back soon better than ever.

PS: Though guest posts are still welcome

Thanks for reading!

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Not everyone knows this about me but when I was a young man living in Memphis, I played in a rock band. We sported various names you never heard of, but I like to think we were a little more than a garage band.

For several years we played every weekend in some clubs, community centers, parties, and dances. Battle of the bands was extremely popular back then. We never won first place but were usually second or third among dozens of competing groups.

I played bass guitar and was having the time of my life with dreams of becoming a rock star. We even had a few “groupies” that followed us to all our performances.

My wife Liz did not care for them (or my ego) as she labeled them a “sad bunch of girls.” (I cleaned that quote up some)

Get a Real Job Long Hair!

Soon, with the responsibilities of married life, our first child on the way, and because becoming a rockstar was not working for me, I had to get an actual paying job.

Since that time, I have always worked one, or two, and occasionally three jobs. When no job was available, I created jobs and worked for myself. But the love of music has always been inside me and part of my life.

I never stopped playing guitar and Liz loved to hear me play and sing for her in the evenings.

The Day The Music Died

After her passing, I stopped playing. It was the day the music died for me, which is the title of a song you may have heard.

A year or so later I began to have a recurring dream of me playing and singing with Liz sitting in her recliner crying. This would have been a normal evening for us, except for the crying.

Dreams never make sense, but I just laughed thinking maybe the dream meant I had been torturing her with my singing. I have an extensive vinyl LP collection of about 200 in number, mostly oldies, heavy on the Beatles, some are exceedingly rare. I had not spun a single LP either since the day the music died.

Starting Over

I had started going to church and sometimes people would go upfront, play guitar, and sing. It sounded so beautiful that I was finally motivated to pick up my guitar one evening.

The old guitar had been sitting for several years so it sounded horrible as the strings were dead. It was kinda like taking a drink of milk and then realizing it has gone sour.

Anyway, I began and have been playing again for about three years which brings me to the point of my article; All through my fifty or so years of pickin’ guitars, they have all been the cheapest ones available.

My first one was $59 I think from Sears. Recently I struggled, prayed, and came to a decision. I would finally buy myself a nice guitar.

I will not mention the brand but if you know anything about guitars, you know good ones can get awfully expensive. Could I afford it? Not really. Could the money be better spent? Of course!

I’ll Be Opening My Heart Here

When it finally arrived, I unpacked it and opened the case. It was the most beautiful guitar I had ever seen. Photos are inadequate. I was afraid to pick it up.

But after staring down at it for a long time I gently lifted it out and that is when I noticed, that even the inside of the case was magnificent. I played a familiar tune, but the sound was anything but familiar.

The notes rang out clear and pure, and they seemed to just linger forever in the air. My fingers did not even struggle to make the chords.

But before the song was over my eyes welled up and I began to cry, and then I was totally overcome.

My eyes probably watered up for the beauty and sounds of the guitar, but then there was just so much more.

My mind was suddenly reeling with the guilt of spending that much money on myself. I knew I did not play well enough to deserve such an instrument and I thought about sending it back.

Then I thought; why had I waited so long for something I loved so much? Obviously, I was very shaken up and confused but what broke my heart and made me “lose it” was knowing that Liz would absolutely love hearing me play this wonderful and beautiful guitar.

Eighteen Hours Ago

When I regained my composure and was able to think clearly, that old dream came to mind with Liz crying in her recliner while I played guitar.

Honestly, I had not thought about it before, but those dreams had gone away about the time I began to play my old guitar three years ago. Maybe dreams sometimes do have meaning.

And maybe Lizzy really is here with me listening to our new guitar.

True Story:

This happened exactly 18 hours ago as I finish this writing. It happened just as written and my reactions took me by complete surprise. I am now happy and comfortable that the new guitar was the right decision.

About Guest Author– Dennis Elton Stanley- He is a 69-year-old widower. Still working full-time as an engineer in healthcare. He competes in long-distance speed walking, hiking, photography, and musician, and he loves to write. “I am very busy”– as he says.

• Visit his website- The Daily Sinner– https://thedailysinner.blog/

More From Dennis –

• Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?
• Swimming Against The Waves
• Photo-Hiking: The Art Of Being Alive

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Visit all other Guest Posts here

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I love my Comfort Zone – It is my home. The hub of my personal universe. From here I find contentment and peace. During the Covid Lockdown, my isolation was right here in my comfort zone which is rural and naturally isolated.

An unexpected operation in 2022 forced me to leave this comfort zone – in the middle of a flood -and the life lessons I learned even in hospital during covid taught me so much and caused me to gain further insights into the lives of ‘others’. A valuable learning curve as a senior writer.

The first challenge to me came in 1999. I was asked to join a small group going to China on a Mercy Mission. There were nurses, a doctor, a physiotherapist, an interpreter from the U.S. a Red Cross aid lady, and myself.

My main job was to be a sort of Grandmother figure to a group of abandoned children rescued from the streets by an elderly peasant couple and hidden in an alley. I wore a huge hat with a sunflower on it and wore a glove puppet in my hand.

This journey out of my comfort zone changed my life forever. It gave me a love for the people of this world and in 2022 my memoir Shafts of Gold will tell the stories of what can indeed happen if we do not choose to leave our comfort zone but fiercely guard and value what is our space in life but let life callings and circumstances take us where the life around us is being lived.

I should conclude here by stating that now, I know I am a committed Christion and a believer in the savior my journeys out of comfort to Cancer wards as a breast cancer patient, and all the trips, etc that I did not choose to make have indeed given me love beyond expression for all people everywhere.

My writing comfort zone must be always about hope. I can write other genres but refuse to journey out of my comfort zone as a writer. My Blog Passionate Creative Christian is where my writing life comfort settles while HOME remains my personal link to Family and personal happiness.

Let’s all go on and protect our different and valuable lives.

About the Author – Faye Roots – A passionate almost octogenarian who loves to write in all genres but is now limited to what is always about HOPE and ‘better’, particularly in Children’s stories.

• Visit my website- Passionate Creative Christian

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Many, or maybe even most religions teach that their belief system is the only one. It seems that most people are born into a certain religion, but I believe it is very beneficial to study other beliefs if you are
really serious about your faith.

I have met some of the same passionate, loving, caring, giving, and faithful people who do not share the same exact faith with me.

Being a simple Christian, I am not associated with any denomination, and will never judge anyone. I love everyone, even my enemies.

I have not written anything in a couple of months because of a serious back injury, surgery, and then medications. Having dealt with back injuries, broken bones, surgeries, and many other injuries before. I can deal with pain, but I did not know the kind of pain I experienced with this back injury existed.

As I lay there screaming at my heavenly Father, asking Him why He would allow me to suffer this way. Asking had not been faithful and steadfastly believed in Him? Had I not been doing my best to serve and be a good example of a Christian?

Then I asked Him for permission to take my own life. Knowing that his answer was no, I begged and pleaded with him to take me, allow me to die, and bring me home. I could not bear this pain any longer.

Does Your God Speak?

Some people say God speaks to them. If they say this out loud in society, they are likely to be laughed at or ridiculed. Maybe that reaction is understandable as unbelievers would probably imagine a thundering voice speaking from the clouds or a ghostly apparition appearing and speaking to them. I used to think that very same thing myself. (I would love to have such a powerful mystical experience)

I am invisible compared to the mystical universe

How He Speaks to Me

Think of this what you will, He spoke to me. As I lay there unable to move, screaming at God, praying for death, this thought and these words came to me “If you will be quiet I want to tell you that I’ve got this.”

Never in a million years would I have thought those words, especially at that time. As the ambulance arrived, I was thinking deeply about those words, what they meant, and why I thought them.

The EMTs were fantastic but getting me loaded into the ambulance was excruciating. Once fastened in and on the ride to the hospital, I realized those words most certainly came from God. I didn’t understand and couldn’t be sure what He meant because I was still in so much pain, but now I felt a tiny bit of hope like a tiny spot of light at the end of a long tunnel.

The Narrow Road

It was a crooked, bumpy, week-long, painful, two-hospital journey. Looking back, I would compare it to finding a way through that maze in the movie “The Shining.”

It took just the right person or persons at just the right time and with just the right skills to get me to one of the few neurosurgeons and surgical teams that could and would repair the spine damage and a newly discovered birth defect that could have paralyzed me for life. I met the most amazing, caring, professional, healthcare workers along the way. There were so many that their numbers I cannot know them.

I am not 100% yet, but now back at work and no longer even need a cane to help with walking. I know I am still here for a reason. My God wants me here. I still have work to do. I may not know everything that’s in store for my future but am sure I must continue giving my testimony, set an example, and continue to serve.

Good People Vastly Outnumber Evil

Even if I could remember everyone to thank, the names would number so many that my story might surpass the article word limit. Thank you and bless you all for giving me another chance.

If not for my wonderful daughters, Beth and Angela, son-in-law Ben, and my best friend Sheila, I would not be giving this testimony. From deep in my heart, I give “Love From Me To You”. ……That should be a song, I think.

I believe, trust, and live by my faith, not by sight. I heard the wisest man I ever met tell me and multitudes of people that whatever your faith, study and practice it to the fullest. No religion or belief in the system has any worth if not practised.

About the Author– Hi! I’m Dennis Elton Stanley- a 69-year-old widower. I Love to walk in long-distance events and I live in the Ozark Mountains, so I hike a lot. I play multiple musical instruments and love writing.

• Visit my personal website- The Daily Sinner–

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More From Dennis –

• Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?
• Swimming Against The Waves
• Maybe It’s Good When Your Guitar Gently Weeps
• Angels That No Longer Wear White

Want to publish your post or story?

Visit all other Guest Posts here

Wants to say something like “Hello”? Mail us at Namaskar@theblogera.com

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After consistently blogging for more than 2 years, I looked back and realized the enormous change in my thoughts and brain functioning. I don’t know if I’ll be able to explain to you what actually I felt like now. But surely it seems to be a positive one.

Beyond the shadow of a doubt, writing stuff is the most prominent way to throw light on your witty wisdom. It also describes your brain’s thoughts and the way you think of a situation or an event.

Brain’s thoughts are innumerable but some say an average human brain can think up to 7000 thoughts a day. But of course, most of them only serve anxiety and negative emotions. However, the time you pen down these thoughts in a profound way, it serves as a calming, meditative tool.

Even the research found that the stream of conscious writing exercises, in particular, has been identified as a helpful stress-coping method.

I can assure you that this research is working for me at least. And I know many of you would agree that writing down thoughts is indeed a genuine way to pacify brainstorming.

When I was unaware of this writing therapy and was bottling up my ideas, I was always surrounded by anxious thoughts. But from the past 2 years, I comprehended that through writing you can easily structure your amorphous concept. I’m still isn’t that perfect, but now I feel way better than before.

Let Your Brain Thank You

There is research that shows writing affects the brain and increases neural activity in the same way, similar to meditation. It can be a powerful meditational practice. The first time I started writing consistently or you can say a ‘Free Writing or ‘Brain dump’, it was all too disorganized. Firstly, there were a number of thoughts that came to my mind too rapidly.

It was impossible to write them down. Some thoughts just escaped from the brain entirely. I tried to write as fast as I could. The one that I did grab wasn’t perfect for writing.

But with time, I get to know that it’s all a practice that we learn every day. As little as 10 minutes of writing practice a day can reap great benefits. You don’t need to rush instantly.

Writing gives your busy brain something to do, something to execute rather than just thinking. It is so effective that even your brain will Thank You.

How Does Writing Improve Your Brain? ‘The Influential Angle’

Writing can be influential for you the same way it is to the readers. Powerful writing can plant an emotion, an idea, or a thought into the brain of the reader.

When you tell a story through writing, it creates a sense of synchronization between the words and the reader’s imagination. They start imagining those characters or the moment while reading in their brain. Princeton University concluded that the brain of a person telling a story either by writing or speaking and the brain of a person reading or listening to it can synchronize exquisitely.

Don’t want to include it, but in scientific terms, the part of the brain that is associated with reading and writing is called Frontal Lobe. It’s a weird name but you should know it.

Change in Perspective

After writing several articles or blogs I have a positive outlook and a kinda divergent perspective of seeing the situation. The perspective urges me to write it down and share it with you before it dies prematurely.

This perspective wasn’t there if I go back in time. It’s a newly developed skill that I acquired because of writing. And, I feel happy I’m able to earn. I won’t say that I’m perfect, am excellent, as I’m not. And perhaps, it’s a never-ending learning exercise.

But it’s good to think that I’m walking that path that insists, I see things differently, to have an appreciation for something undervalued.

I can’t believe I’m the same person who was afraid to write even 50 words essay in school. And now we have written over 100,000 words since the inception of Aspiring Blog. It’s just so crazy to think about, isn’t it?

The other thing that sets behind it is the reason or something worth writing for. We all procrastinate a bit when it comes to doing. The same goes when you write steadily for days. But when you know you have an audience, a bunch of readers who read and engage with your work, you are bound to do that.

It may seem difficult as you have to muscle up your brain to come up with ideas, but it is all worth it at the end of the day. It not only gives a brain a space to think out of the box but may also lead to an idea that was hiding in the unseen prison of the brain.

Many times I feel like I don’t have anything to write, I’ve said everything. This feeling I have had for the past 1 year. But interestingly, a random thought comes to my mind anytime anywhere that makes me so excited to write it down. It again filled me with the same energy. It’s a strange phenomenon that perhaps only exists because we write.

This all makes me realize how writing affects the brain. How have I changed since then? Does it really make my mind free? And, I would like to know does it affects yours as well?

Let me know in the comment.

Wants to say something like ‘Hello’? Mail us at Namaskar@theblogera.com

Did I mention, that we’re accepting guest posts with a big bonus?

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The ‘get it done now’ mentality is the result of a mind that is both lazy and unimaginative.

A great visionary understands that manifesting anything takes an indefinite period of time, so he sits back and enjoys the journey.

A plant’s whole development takes only a few months. Years, if not a decade, are required for a tree to mature.

So, are you establishing a reputation that can be quickly shattered, or are you establishing a legacy that will last the test of time?

It’s something we think about on a day-to-day basis. Well, you might not, I certainly do. Shortcuts erase years of progress & make the plant short of what it could’ve been.

We want healthy, nurturing & growing plants that will do wonders that will mean something to us but instead we got a shrub that didn’t know what it could’ve become because it took a shortcut.

Wow, now I can see this resonating with you as you’re thinking to yourself, “Do I do this?”

Look, I am not perfect, and neither are you. But one thing is straight, we don’t take shortcuts or cut corners for where we want to be in life.

Understand that just because something hasn’t been done before doesn’t imply it can’t be done.

This should send shivers down your spine just thinking about it. It’s possible that you’re the specimen.

The one that prompted tens of thousands of people to take a shot.

Don’t take shortcuts so you can mature into a blossoming tree later in life.

About Guest Author– Just a guy who loves to write. Motivated, free-thinker, high hopes & ambitions. Want to be remembered for what I wrote & want to write what I love to do.

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My best friend Sheila and I work at the same health care facility. We both trust each other unconditionally, seek each other’s advice, respect, and depend on each other.

We both are Christians and like-minded on every issue. I have known her for about 20 years, and we have been best friends for many of those. So of course, I know her family as well. When I say “know” her family, I mean we talk about our families often because that is what friends do. I have met a few of her family members but had never met her brother JoeBill.

Sheila and I were going to Branson to see a Disney show production. I honestly don’t remember who suggested we invite JoeBill but he wanted to go and was invited.

I am always apprehensive about meeting family members of someone I care about. I feel like I’m on stage or being “sized up.” They (the brain doctors) say people form an opinion of you within a few seconds of meeting you for the first time. If you make a bad first impression it may take a very long time or even impossible to repair that first impression.

Like Others, I Have a Problem

The show was a week or two away, so I had plenty of time for my nerves to reach their full potential. (Yes, I know I have a problem) But the evening finally arrived along with Sheila, and JoeBill at my house.

Sheila introduced JoeBill to me and me to JoeBill, but JoeBill has a speech impediment, and I cannot understand what he is saying. Sheila, bless her heart interprets for me during the 45-minute drive to Branson.

You see, JoeBill Has Down Syndrome and I know that played a major role in my apprehension leading up to meeting him. I have noticed that most people seem to avoid others who they deem “different.” They just don’t know what to say or do, so they avoid them altogether. They are not bad people they just don’t want to say or do something wrong.

Loving The Show And JoeBill

The Disney show was on “The Branson Belle” which is an old paddlewheel showboat. You enjoy a ride around beautiful Table Rock Lake while being served a great meal and the show. I have been many times.

The show and food are always amazing, a unique experience, and I highly recommend it if you get the chance to go. We had a wonderful time of course, but what I enjoyed most was watching JoeBill. His face was lit like a Christmas tree, and he was enjoying every second. All the Disney characters, costumes, songs, music, and dialogue he absorbed like a sponge. And I’m betting he still remembers every detail.

Wow! just think about it, we have so many things going on in our minds it’s nearly impossible for us to really enjoy anything to the fullest.

I read somewhere that we have 7 different thoughts going on at the same time in our head. There are many ways I have heard the following old saying quoted, but I have shortened it to: “wherever you are, BE there.”

JoeBill is always there “entirely there.” He soaks it in, he “gets it.” He keeps it.

Un-ending Faith

You might hear JoeBill talking out loud quite a bit in his room. After an hour you might wonder, “who in the world is he talking to for so long?”

If you go closer and listen at his door, you’ll find out he is talking to God. He talks to God about anything and everything. He talks to Him just as you would if you were talking to your dad or a friend. And after all, he IS talking to his Father and absolutely the best friend he has. Below is a photo of JoeBill’s Bible.

Whatever your faith, this is the way a book should look that teaches and guides you through that faith.

JoeBill also likes coloring books and there have been many famous people who liked to color. Heavyweight boxing champ George Foreman comes to mind. He always colored before a fight. He said it calmed him down. I think we could all use something to calm us down. I plan to give that a try.

Speaking of Fighting

JoeBill absolutely loves WWE wrestling, and it is no surprise that his favorite wrestler is the 16-time world champion, “John Cena.”

We have requested and are hoping John will consent to meet JoeBill someday soon. I would give any of my possessions to see JoeBills face at that meeting. As a side note, I would not challenge JoeBill to a wrestling match because he knows all the tricks, moves, and holds. (He remembers everything) He would probably make me end up looking like a pretzel.

Independent JoeBill

JoeBill has his own room, TV, DVD player, small fridge, and other items that allow him to remain largely independent. Having Down Syndrome certainly does not keep him “down”.

He has hundreds of varying DVDs and has every western ever made. What is more, he pretty much knows them all by heart. I call this his “superpower.” And isn’t that the case with many, or all special needs people? I’m certainly no expert but I know several of these wonderful people and most excel at something.

I used to feel sorry for special needs families and wondered why and how such a tragedy could happen. I felt me and my family were the “lucky ones.”

In my own ignorance, I just could not understand why parents of a special needs person felt blessed beyond measure to have them in their life. Only after spending a little time with JoeBill did I finally understand. He is truly a gift to this earth and anyone who has the pleasure to know him.

JoeBill loves every person and every creature unconditionally as you can tell by the photo of him and his cat who he appropriately named “Tom.” When it is all said and done, he is simply living and following exactly what that rugged, old, tattered book has taught him.

I wish I could say the same for myself.

About Guest Author– Hi! I’m Dennis Elton Stanley- a 69-year-old widower. I Love to walk in long-distance events and I live in the Ozark Mountains, so I hike a lot. I play multiple musical instruments and love writing.

• Visit my website- The Daily Sinner– https://thedailysinner.blog/

More From Dennis –

• Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?
• Swimming Against The Waves
• Photo-Hiking: The Art Of Being Alive
• Maybe It’s Good When Your Guitar Gently Weeps
• Angels That No Longer Wear White

Want to publish your own post or story?

Visit all other Guest Posts here

Wants to say something like “Hello”? Mail us at Namaskar@theblogera.com

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We were working on this project for the past several months and now the day has finally arrived. This is our first book and so we are exceedingly excited and a bit nervy.

Watch This 2 Minute promo (Recommended) –

What The Book Is All About?

Do you believe in superheroes? if yes, Is he/she any fictional character? Uh! Probably superman or let us guess, is it Spiderman?

No doubt, the act of heroism they’ve shown (on the screen obviously) is definitely praiseworthy.

If you are really fond of these heroic stories and exceptional superpowers that are not fictional but absolutely ‘real’, then we have something for you. Here we will present you the stories of heroes ‘the real heroes’ who are not less than superhuman. Their stories might not be on the silver screen or related to any battlefield, but trust us you’ll get the same goosebumps that you had while watching any other superhero movie.

These people don’t fond of any power, nor do they want any rewards and recognition. They just want a peaceful society where everybody’s equal and where humanity persists. That’s why we also call them God’s people as they are the volunteer of God.

Through our Unsung Heroes Series, it is our little try to remember their stories, their valor, and what they had to go through to be able to reflect the true picture of humanity and what being a good person looks like.

We are sure their inspirational stories continue to inspire all the generations ahead.

So, join us on our journey, and let us Unfold the Stories Of Unsung Heroes together.

Available Both in E-book and Paperback versions.

Useful Links

• Amazon.in
• Amazon.com
• Amazon.co.uk
• Amazon.com.au
• Amazon.ca
• Amazon.it

And, available on all other Amazon Marketplace.

This book tells all those inspirational stories that need to be heard. It tells the story of the ‘Meaningful life of Claire Wineland’. It tells the story of ‘Mother of 1000s orphans- Sindhutai Sapkal’. It tells the story of Stanislav Petrov – the man who may have saved the world and the story of Nadia Murad with the heroic aim’. And, the stories of so many common people with uncommon stories.

Through this book, it is our little try to honor them, to remember their stories, their valor, and above all to tell the world about the exceptional humanitarian they did or are doing.

We hope you’ll definitely gonna like it and also get inspired by it. It would be really great if you check out the book or its Kindle version and tell us your reviews and what you think about this initiative.

We would be really grateful.

Thanks!

(Music in this video – Arrival of the Birds by Cinematic Orchestra)

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It was really a roller coaster ride, especially with all those scary technical difficulties and running out of content, made terrible mistakes, learned so many things, lost confidence sometimes, but at the end of the day we saw you cheering us up & the wisdom you shares on our comment box, or in your blog was all-powerful enough to keep going.

The part that was quite interesting however is how different blogging is from what we had imagined initially. It is like you’ll never know what is just around the next bend.

It is much crazier but at the same time, it is the thing that built mutual respect & good relations with others. You teach something, you learn something.

And proudly, we’ve learned so many things on the way. Made some special blogging friends like you who are reading this right now.

As the number grows, so as our reach. And then we decided to introduce Guest posts.

Along with our content, now you can read some more fascinating and inspiring blogs submitted by people like you.

And we are so glad that we are able to take that wisdom everywhere we are capable of to take it. Whether it’s in search engines or specially crafted Emails (like this) to social media or even Google publication.

We have and will continue to do so.

So, thanks a bunch for taking the time to read our stories, and thank you for the follow. Glad to have you here, and hope to make it worth your time. Cheers.

You can visit all the Guest Posts here

Also, check out our Unsung Heroes Series here, and do let us know if you know any unsung heroes, we’ll be more than happy to write about them.

Wants to say something like ‘Hello!’? Mail us at Namaskar@theblogera.com

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